Chapter 2153 Huo Ling'er: Wang Chao is not worthy to be my master, Huo Ling'er!

He is also the true successor of the ancient Muslim boxing technique. He is the descendant of the old man of the mountain, the assassination leader in the Muslim religion. He is the old man of the mountain of this generation. The inheritance of this martial art was developed on the real battlefield, the Crusade Army,

The collision between the Holy See civilization and the Muslim civilization brought the ancient Muslim martial arts to its peak. This Hobo was the great master of the ancient Muslim martial arts in the true sense.

At this time, in the center of the square, another man who looked like a priest walked down. This man was very tall, with some gray hair on his temples, and three-dimensional facial features. He was very handsome, with the accumulation of years, more charming, but he had eagle-like eyes.

His eyes are extremely sharp, his slender fingers are white and smooth, his tall and straight figure is like a mountain, quiet and majestic.

This man was Frederick, Ladd. His surname was Frederick and his first name was Ladd.

He walked off the high platform and came to the venue. He stopped thirty meters in front of Hobo, the great master of Muslim martial arts and religious leader. The two faced each other without saying anything.

This is also a duel between feuding people. The hatred between the Muslim civilization and the Holy See civilization is as much as the sea water, which cannot be resolved at all. Unless one person voluntarily admits defeat before the bell rings, otherwise, it will be another battle.

A life and death fight.

The bell rang suddenly, and no one opened their mouths to admit defeat. They represented that they were not alone and would never admit defeat in such an occasion.

Hobo suddenly burst into flames. He could no longer hold back the murderous intention in his heart. He shot out of his body like a poisonous snake in the desert. His path of action was twisted and uncertain, like a poisonous snake circling, but his speed was as fast as lightning. A stream of light flashed across,

In an instant, he appeared in front of Ladd, like a poisonous snake spitting a message. He stretched out his arms, his fingers turned into claws, and his nails were extremely sharp, shining with cold light, like the claws of an eagle, dry and tough, sharp and fierce, and in an instant, he

He grabbed the arteries and trachea on Ladd's neck with viciousness and cruelty.

Ladd had just raised his arm, and before he had time to react, the eagle's claws had already scratched Ladd's throat. It was very bloody and extremely cruel.

Hobo picked up his fingers and cut off a section of the artery and trachea. He put it on his hand with a happy expression on his face. He looked at Ladd who fell to the ground with great enjoyment, and his handsome face showed a smile.

A painful expression, with violent and bloody excitement in his eyes.

The following fifth, sixth, seventh, and twenty-nine battles also proved this point.

Hobo looked indifferent, raised his head, looked in the direction of the people from the Holy See, and let out a cold and fierce laugh, like a night owl, extremely harsh, with a terrifying and sinister meaning, and said in a cold voice.

Huo Ling'er and Qiu Chan stood still in the field. The two girls had their own styles, were charming and cute, and they were looking at each other.

The two sides in this competition were an ancient yoga warrior from India and a Muay Thai master. The two were of equal strength. In the end, the Muay Thai fighter was the more ferocious and had more experience in actual combat. He ended the fight with a strong knee strike.

An Indian yoga master was injured and retired from the competition. This is the first time in the World Martial Arts Conference that there was no death. But even so, this yoga master was also seriously injured. In other competitions, it can be regarded as a competition accident. It can be seen that

The World Martial Arts Conference is cruel and ferocious. I wonder how many masters will fall and die after this martial arts conference is over.

Wang Chao was stunned when he heard this, and a look of anger appeared on his face. Since ancient times, only the master has expelled his disciples from the sect, and no disciple has ever dared to unilaterally deny his master. Originally, he still felt a little guilty towards Huo Ling'er. In an instant,

It dissipated, and all that was left was anger. His eyes widened and he stared at Huo Ling'er sharply, wanting to kill her.

Of course, these Chinese martial artists are not top-notch figures. From a certain perspective, in terms of fighting level, except for top masters, the entire middle and lower-class Chinese circle is inevitably a little behind compared to Western fighting. This is not only due to their racial physique

The difference between them is more due to the difference in environment. In a stable living environment, even ferocious beasts will lose their wildness, just like tigers and lions in the zoo, where can they still have the aura of kings.

These twenty-nine battles lasted until dawn. The battle in the thirtieth battle was the last battle in the morning.

Many people were so frightened by this scene that they covered their eyes. Some ladies were so frightened that their legs were tightly closed and their skirts were already wet. This was because they were incontinent, and there was a faint fishy smell in the air.

It was so pervasive that countless ladies were so ashamed that they did not dare to raise their heads.

"Huo Ling'er, I heard your name!"

Qiu Chan spoke first, her voice was like the clash of gold and iron, crisp and sweet, with a bit of sharpness, and her gaze was piercing and profound.

These twenty-nine battles were very unsatisfactory for the Chinese martial arts community. Most of the Chinese martial artists among them lost. Three of them died, three were injured, one was disabled for life, and two suffered concussions. They lost.

The Chinese are all members of the domestic martial arts community selected by Liao Junhua.

This is not a problem for the martial arts team members themselves. The domestic environment is stable and does not tolerate evildoers. They have no chance to fight, so naturally it is difficult for them to become true masters.

After thirty battles, it was time for breakfast. Everyone present had one hour to eat breakfast, and then one hour to rest. Two hours later, the battle continued.

After that, Wang Chao stirred up troubles in the underground world, turned rivers upside down, and showed his invincible strength. Only then was he recognized by major overseas forces as the world's number one master, majestic and famous.

Komirlov is tall and tall, about two meters tall. He has the violent power of the brown bear on the Siberian plains, the sharp eyes of the falcon, the cunning wisdom of the fox, the forbearance and cruelty of the snow wolf, and the caution and alertness of the elk!

Komirlov's strength is far more powerful than his reputation. Although this kind of person has never practiced internal boxing, he still learns from nature, observes the habits of wild beasts on the snowfield, simulates the behavior of wild beasts, and incorporates elephant boxing into his body.

In his own martial arts beliefs, he has developed instinctive moves and has amazing combat power.

As soon as the bell rang, Zhang Shaogang faced Komirlov, who was full of wild aura. His heart was beating fast and he was a little afraid. Before he could calm down his mood, Komirlov suddenly took a step forward, and the ground shook.

It was like an elephant running, the ground was constantly shaking, but the speed was extremely fast. Like a cheetah, it raised its right foot and stepped hard on Zhang Shaogang's chest. It was like a brown bear waving its huge palm, with brutal and ferocious power.

Before dawn, a total of twenty-nine battles were fought. On both sides of the battle, there were Arabs, Americans, Europeans, Muay Thai fighters, Indians from the Yoga Association, blacks, Europeans, and of course Chinese.

The air was crushed. That big foot stepped hard on Zhang Shaogang's chest, causing it to explode. It was very bloody and cruel. Even a boxer who had experienced hundreds of battles had seen this for the first time.

The death was miserable, like being hit by a large truck, with blood and flesh flying everywhere, and it was so bloody that many people bent over and vomited, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

Blood spurted out from Ladd's neck. He covered the wound tightly with both hands, but it had no effect. His mouth was open and he couldn't breathe at all. He vomited blood out of his mouth. His face was very painful and twisted into a ball. He no longer looked like he was just now.

Handsome in appearance, extremely ferocious, like an evil ghost.

There was a hint of envy in Qiu Chan's tone, her dark eyebrows stretched, and the sharpness in her eyes became sharper. She had seen Wang Chao take action at the Hongmen headquarters. He was invincible and invincible. Several Hongmen masters were helpless. He was the best master in the world.

The reputation first spread from Hongmen.

These words were categorical and ruthless. As early as when Wang Chao defected and abandoned Huo Ling'er in the capital, causing her to be controlled by the military, there was no relationship between them, but Huo Ling'er

Ling'er was just a young lady who had just entered the martial arts world. She had experienced such horrific things and was greatly frightened. If Li Daoqing hadn't appeared and warmed her broken heart, she might have been destroyed.

Zhang Shaogang was the first Chinese to die, and he was also the one who died in the most miserable condition. This is the shortcoming of people who practice boxing in the martial arts team. They are not determined and are more proficient in the practice and performance of boxing, but their fighting methods are very unfamiliar.

He is good at performing and practicing routines, but in a life-and-death fight, even if he has reached the level of Huajin Grandmaster, he may not be able to beat a black boxer with Mingjin cultivation. He is not ruthless and determined enough.

Hobo and Augustus looked at each other. Suddenly, a bright light burst out from the void, which was very dazzling. Their eyes only touched for a moment and then separated. Hobo let out a cold laugh and turned back.

He sat on his seat. Augustus lowered his head again, crossed his hands and prayed and repented devoutly to the God he believed in, extremely sincerely.

Hobo shouted this sentence in very pure English, which was clearly audible, and every word was full of force. It made people feel how strong the murderous intention in Hobo's heart was, and there was no concealment at all!

On the seat, a man wearing a white-gold priest's robe, burying his head deeply in his chest, crossing his hands and clasping his fingers, was repenting devoutly to God. Hearing the four words Augustus, he slowly raised his head.

Headed.

Occasionally, someone would be frightened when they saw their name among the flashing characters.

Huo Ling'er frowned slightly. She had never been in contact with Qiu Chan. She didn't know where she heard her name.

The names flashing on the computer on the big screen were still bizarre, but at this time, in everyone's eyes, these flashing names seemed to be covered with a thick layer of blood.

"Augustus! I'm waiting for you!"

As soon as the black cat escaped from the arms of the little devil Huo Ling'er, it let out a cheerful meow, jumped, and crashed into Li Daoqing's arms. It glanced at Huo Ling'er with its green eyes and let out a soft meow.

, raised his little head, looked extremely arrogant, and nodded his chin, seeming to encourage Huo Ling'er.

"You are the disciple of Wang Chao, the best player in the world. How lucky you are!"

Some of the mercenary masters were able to stay in the jungle for days and nights without food or water, climbing mountains and wading in rivers, and running overload. For them, the environment of the martial arts conference was no less than

It's heaven.

Chinese martial arts only kills enemies and does not perform! Wushu only performs and does not kill! This is the biggest difference between the two. Wushu is about practicing and performing, while Chinese martial arts is more about fighting. Once you hit, you will break the law. These

How could the martial arts team members dare to practice these things? How could such people survive in this competition?

Hobo's eyes were cold and indifferent, admiring his masterpiece. Finally, he suddenly raised his foot and stepped hard on Ladd's chest. His whole foot sank into the other's chest, and he pulled it up again.

It was bright red and extremely bright. Countless ladies screamed again. The wet marks on their skirts expanded. They became incontinent again and their legs and feet became weak and lost their strength.

When Huo Ling'er heard this, her face suddenly drooped and became extremely gloomy. A frightening light flashed in her eyes, and she interrupted Qiu Chan sharply.

The big screen flashed again, and the names continued to scroll, and then the contestants for the third game were selected. It flashed for more than thirty seconds before it stopped.

Huo Ling'er let go of the black cat in her arms and raised her perfect jawline. She was fair and smooth, with a touch of pride, and her expression was extremely calm. She walked towards the venue step by step without showing off her abilities.

The methods are quite satisfactory, yet unhurried and calm, making people dare not underestimate him.

Nothing else. The first twenty-nine battles were too tragic. The casualties and the probability of death were too high. In the twenty-nine battles just now, basically every one of them died or was seriously injured.

There was no outcome where both of them walked off the arena intact.

The fourth competition was with a Chinese, Zhang Shaogang, who was a seed player in the domestic martial arts team. However, generally speaking, the players in these martial arts teams lacked actual combat. Faced with such brutal and bloody competitions, they often performed poorly and lacked courage and courage.

fierce.

Everyone's eyes moved back and forth between the two people, revealing a strong interest. Gossip may be a common bad habit of human beings. Even Li Daoqing, who always said that he never gossiped, took a second look curiously and imagined.

It would be very interesting if the two of them met in the competition field.

Qiu Chan holds a Wuji knife in his hand, with a cold light shining in his hand. He is wearing a Tang suit and wearing cloth shoes with a thousand-layer sole. He has a beautiful appearance, a unique temperament, perfect spirit, very capable and courageous, and has a bit of the style of Yan Yuanyi and Tang Zichen.

It's just that he's still very immature.

"Wang Chao and I had already severed our ties with each other when he defected, and we have nothing to do with each other anymore. I am not his disciple, and he is not worthy of being my master, Huo Ling'er!"

Therefore, the load of this martial arts competition, which lasts for at least a month, is very large. It is definitely different from ordinary sports events. Most people cannot bear such a heavy burden. Of course, the people present are all masters. Can’t bear it? Then even the participants

Not even qualified!

Hongmen Qiuchan and Hong Kong Island Huo Ling'er, the last scene was actually a competition between two girls.

Huo Ling'er had empty hands and was wearing a moon-white Taoist robe. There was a golden ribbon tied around her waist. Her hair was not tied and was scattered on her back. She was smooth and black, with beautiful appearance, youthful and beautiful, full of vitality, and a faint smile on her face.

His smile, his temperament is refined, and there is a faint sense of Taoism. He is natural in nature, quiet and peaceful, and he has gained three-thirds of the true meaning of Taoism.
To be continued...